Sturgis advertiser. (Sturgis, Dakota [S.D.]) 1887-1???, 1887-10-12

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good dcal.n He glanced at the pic
| ture again sShe was q lovely crea-
Italre in those days, certainly, and with
propertraining, and culture, and dress,
and all that, might have developed
into a beauty. But, pshaw! don't ]
know how these country girls grow
upp Freckled and tanned, coarse and
awkward, tow-haired, Ignorant, and
narrow-minded. I am we'll out Of d
| troublesome scrape, and hare good
reason to be thankful"
He thought SO in good earnest when,
| in the following winter, he me t at last
| the woman whom he called "his Fate;n
at sight of her the light and ambitious
heart that Daisys simple loneliness
had touched, indeed, but never really
won--was stirred to its depths, and
awoke to a real passion.
They tell me I am like your picture
ls0f Marguerite, said Miss Armytage to
him, with her calm and gracious smile.
II should like to see it, and Judge for
myself. if you have no objection"
He had an objection, though he
dared not say Dit was such fanci-
| full and idle one. In his soul he shrank
from allowing tho woman whom he
loved to look upon the portrait of the
girl who had loved him, and whose
trust he had betrayed.
| For he could better appreciate now,
what he had made Daisy suffer--now
that his own heart was awake.
| If she loved me, as Hove this queen
ofhearts, he thought, "what must my
infdelity have cost herp Poor little,
innocent child! Heaven grant that
this woman, who holds my heart in her
hands, may not fling it away as did
Daisy's!''
And mentally he understanding
beside his Fate" and gazing with her
on the .sMargueritc" ito seek out the
poor crushed flower he had worn SO
lightly, and ask her pardon, and be to
her always true friend and brother.
Ida Armytage, the beauty and heiress,
stood long before the picture without
a word. 1t may have been the mem
DRY of Marguerite's sad story, or il
may have been the pure and simple
loveliness of the fower-like face. that
| touched her heart-but. as she gazed,
her own face grew clouded, and look
of pain and trouble grew in her deep
| violet eyes.
| Then suddenly she turned to Cyril.
She was stately always, but she seemed
| imperious now.
what was her nanep" she asked
| him.
For his life he could not have re-
fused to answer; could not-eyen to
win her ~ deceive the woman he
/ adored.
II called her Daisy" he said hum
bly,. ''Itwas a pet name only, she was
sort of distant cousin do not re-
member her real name. Daisy Vane. =
"And did you love herp-I know
that she loved you-no need to tell me
that; read it in those innocent eyes.
Did you love her, Cyril Danvers?"
| Then he told her all. His vanity,
| his falsehood, his awaking to real love,
his penitence for the wrong he had
| done Daisy.
II never knew how great it was till
l loved your he cried. "For until
then never knew what love was! Oh,
4 Ida, you are. dearer to me than my
lifel 4 have ne wish to live unless
| win you'll"
"And SO feels Daisy still for your
she cried, with her lovely color mant-
ling high, and her violet eyes growing
j deep and dark with emotion; aor SC
she did feel few months ago, when
saw her and learned her story.
know what her sorrow was! 1t was te
win YOU back to her that first sought
to meet and know you!"
| Face to face they stood, looking inte
each others eyes,-the woman flushed
and proud, the man pale as death.
"You have deceived me, then-as
did Daisyp' he groaned; "trified with
my true .heart--as / did with hers
Well,,' he turned away and covered
his face with his hands, 81 am justly
punished"
She laid her soft white hand upor
his arm and looked up into his fac'
a with smile like that Of Marguerite
herself. The proud, imperious air wa
gone; she was gentle, pleading, tender
now as Daisy could have been.
Nor she said. II have not trifiet
or deceived, for / love you Cyril
Nay" for he would have caught he
in his arms, ''not till You are free
You are Daisy's yet, unless she gives MI
i to you; hold it nothing that She CAV
you back your freedom when you asket
II it;-what could her pride do lessp Sh
4 is not, to-day, the little simple cir
You won; she is called beautiful, ant
She studied hard to be worthy of you
and had ample means, left to her b.
J a relative. She is no more the simpl
J child you cast away, but q prou,
y woman, Cyril. But pride could no
|cure2 her love, and She grieyed TO
+ YOU, and vowed that / would brin
Eyou back. Let me keep my word
) Come back with me to your mother
, house, and to Daisy and let her dc
eide our fate"
But he hesitated.
: SstIf she should hold me bound" h
: said-aand j love you'll"
: But she smiled happily.
l ..She is too proud to hold You agaIns
your will," she added. .Will 20
Gomez
q aAnywhere with you to lead" b
! answered, passionately..
She held out her hand.
9 Il will lead you to your happiness
! she said, quietly.
Y The evening sun bathed the LAM
: i scape m crimson splendor as the
drove up to the gate. How famllis
: was the scenai
Q CHOSE seem to pc the very 60
Y j meadow-daisies whose heads switche
!, off years ago." Cyril said; and the
e another memory came back ana Z
: broke off, signing. -
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